Baker told HuffPost Weird News that the family has been involved in the poultry show community for a long time (yes, there is such a thing as a poultry show community) but the little cluckers kept messing themselves up. So she made a diaper that fastens over the chicken's tail feathers and, with the help of a paper towel, keeps everything clean. Plus, it's machine washable.

"Everyone wanted to know where we got them -- and the orders started rolling in," Baker said. "I have a lot of customers that keep their chickens in the house full-time, and they love the diapers."

Her business, Pampered Poultry, also helps out humans. She pays employees at a women's sewing cooperative in Munoz, Dominican Republic to create the diapers, then picks the finished product up once every couple of months.

The chicken diaper colors -- including Ocean Blue, Parrot Green and Purple Rust -- are only available while supplies last. You can get one for $12.50 at pamperyourpoultry.com or check out Baker's chicken saddles and other attire.

 My boobs are big. They are too big for my body, and they hurt. I can't take a shower without holding my boobs, literally. I've seen a lot of doctors. Most told me to lose weight, to stop drinking coffee, stop eating dark chocolate, etc. I lost fifteen pounds within the last year, only to find that my boobs had gotten bigger. I decided I was sick of people telling me this was something I could control, and I wanted to deal with the discomfort as soon as possible. On my third consultation for a breast reduction, the surgeon informed me that I would need to send a picture of my tits, first and foremost, to the insurance company to see if they deemed them "big enough" for my surgery to be "medically relevant." Yes, you read correctly. Not only do I need to send a literal nudie-pic to some unknown person, who is not a doctor, to determine whether or not they think I should have smaller boobs, but I also needed to document that I have tried to deal with my boob-issue multiple other ways. One of the examples most insurance companies give is, "consulting a bra specialist," as if I haven't figured out what type of bra to wear with 30FF/30G tits. Seriously, like I have many options.

I have had mammograms, ultrasounds, acupuncture, physical therapy, massage therapy, you fucking name it...but apparently it hasn't been enough to show that I've tried to deal with my breast pain in a nonsurgical way. Instead, if I want my breast reduction to be covered by insurance, I need to take painkillers for a year to document that I've tried to deal with the pain via medication, rather than surgery.

What really pisses me off, is that I’m expected to wait for someone, who isn’t a doctor, to tell me if they think my boobs are appropriately sized for my body and therefore if the pain I’m experiencing is enough. On top of that, I know a seventy year old man could have the government pay for ED treatment, which causes less physical pain and no more psychological pain than that of a 16 year old in high school being told that if she were only a little skinnier, maybe her boobs wouldn't be so big.